“The Peace of Wild Things” is a poem by Wendell Berry, which I recommend highly, but which is occasioned by wild things’ absence of anticipation and remembrance. The wild things that are hunted have less peace, I would think, than the wild things that do the hunting, but then, everything is hunted by something, andContinue reading “September 27, 2023 – A”
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